i don't know gleaming like an apology what i want your scraped pomegranate summerteeth these winter days, i used to a pointillist sunset, wish i could inhale don't tell me that muscle the wide wide world is made whole by breaking just to breath it out the thready beat made stronger into your mouth, once, if ravaged, then repaired. i never really knew could we salvage joy from each day loosening strength our ravenous hold on the world? just that i wanted to be strong atlas was no gardener for a nebulous reason i cannot remember to hold up is not to tend. i'm leaving for where could it be written, a very long time, why would anyone say, why would but you have to go away a poet teach the heart survives by breaking? to come back. *that in black ink my love may still shine bright